Words flooding over, drowning my gasping heart.
Thoughts rampant. Swirling. Relentless.
The weight crushing, bending, breaking, tired arms reaching Up.
Just to be seen.
To know my own reflection. Feel the breath of me.
Life poured out. Trickled down, spilled onto dust.
Mud.
The start of life. The essence of Life-Adventure.
Breath of Love flowing in. Awakening to Joy.
Mud.
The earth trampled down. Run through and coated thick. The darkness covering over.
Crawling. Standing. Coming clean.
Blood washing over wounds.
The smell of dark earth and feel of Life. Freedom.
The Journey of an unbeaten path.
Mud.
A heart cleansed by black-earth-soup. Hands dripping, dark.
Finding the Pure buried deep. The Hope there in the trail.
Life pounding. Lungs screaming. Legs threatening surrender.
Mud.
Pure Joy mixed of my dirt and Living water.
Beauty from dry, cracked, ruts. Life clinging to my soles.
My soul Clinging to Life.
Just to be seen.
"The Lord is like a Father to his children, tender and compassionate to those who love him. For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only dust."
Psalm 103:13-14
